poetry
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I wish to hold your hands once againI don’t recollect how it feltIt felt softer than mine,That’s all I rememberThe last time I saw you,There were tears in your eyes;I averted my eyesLest I would’ve divulged my heartYoung loveIs there a thing as sweet as that?Nothing good conspired out of it,Yet I would do it
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Neon lights, fireworks New year lights up skies To think it’s just another Saturday Is depressing Probably hope is everything humans need New days, new months, new years To begin again Breaking the monotony of everyday After Every 365 days We make merry!
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The whiff of the afternoon breeze brought back memories of bygone days and distant places. Have you ever had that experience? The wind swept me away to a distant memory, an unremarkable Sunday in my life. I was eagerly waiting for my dad to get home with ‘payasam’ (South Indian dessert) which he had promised
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“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world. I mean everybody- no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds…Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe.” (Neil Gaiman, The
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The car rides back to the airport Are usually silentExcept for the occasional sighs of my father.My mother’s wrinkly fingers would slightly touch mine,Huddled together in the backseat.It’s an hour’s journey ,As if to fill the silence,My uncle curses potholes and reckless drivers.I turn to the window,Hiding my face from those around me.Lest they see
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We sat out on the porch, Overlooking the mighty Nelliyampathi, Braiding each other’s hair, As the evening sun was dimming, And the flickering lampposts grazed their yellow lights on the green paddy fields on either side of the pathway in front of us. The camphor scent from Ammama’s* pooja room Brimmed in the air around
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Everyday I love you a little less, Unwinding myself out of love Like how the clouds burst into tear drops when it can no longer hold And yet when the drops fall They flow into non existence. Merging with the larger. I be a formless drop In thy ocean.
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When I touched it first,It felt soft and plush.It felt like a warm hugThat I wanted to last forever.I felt it to be delicate,I was careful.I kept it neatly folded In my chest.I brimmed with prideof my treasure,Neatly folded and hiddenIn my chest.Yesterday, I unfolded it,Only to see the creases in its folds.It has lost
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